lingerina

[lingerina]

indefinite hiatus.

so i work full-time and when i’m not working, i’m either sleeping (cus capitalism kills me) or investing in one hobby at a time. i have a couple of hobbies that i cycle through. a few years ago, i was into reading (i never escaped the reading slump unfortunately..). then i went into gaming, and then writing. i haven’t written anything in a while and recently, i just got back into baking. and i’ve been baking a lot.

i’ve currently phased out of writing but i do go back to my other hobbies when i’m bored/burnt out from what i’m doing! i’ve come back to gaming and writing many times so this isn’t a goodbye, but a see you later.

until then, take care 👋🏼

[lingerina]

Do you write for masculine presenting reader? Like me for an instance, I'm a butch lesbian. And I was curious to know on how do you feel about writing for masc presenting people.

tbh i don’t really give the reader specific physical traits. i don’t go into detail about how she looks or dresses (unless describing her wardrobe is necessary to set up a scene). i’ve never written for masc presenting people before, so i wouldn’t know how to go about it. my apologies. 🥹

#ask #anon

[lingerina]

#this momo showed up on my fyp and i haven’t been the same since

[lingerina]

JULIE, KISS OF LIFE 'NOBODY KNOWS' Fancam

#like LOOK AT HER 😩

[lingerina]

JULIE Nobody Knows | 231126

#this woman is my current religion

[lingerina]

S(CREAMINGGGGG) SO HARD RN OH MY GODDD SHES SO FINE I LOCE HER

SAME 😩

#ask #anon #my baby cheesecat 🥹

[lingerina]

You need to be put in your place with Dom!karina omg

HAHA, what are you talking about? 😇

#ask #anon #i’m angle 😇📐

[lingerina]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐎𝓥𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐈𝓥𝐄 － yu jimin

␥ karina x fem!reader ␥ 916 words 🚨 choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia (?), praise ␥ you swore to never work for a rideshare app again but getting laid off leaves you no choice. you end up becoming someone’s getaway driver, not realizing you’re in for way more than you bargained for. ␥ A/N inspired by this ask (and reblogs) from ages ago. also could be read as (sort of?) optional bias since i realized i never used her name here. 🧍🏻‍♀️ and it took me this long to write for my bias? 🤪

You never wanted to go back to Uber but after being laid off and having bills due soon, you had no choice.

You earned the most when you drove around the airport, downtown, and during late-night hours, which were windows to some of the craziest things you’ve previously experienced as a driver. You’ve gotten caught up in a drug deal and bank heist before, which was why you swore to never be an app driver again.

Every ride, you hoped that your passengers were normal law-abiding citizens who just needed a ride to the local market or something. Fortunately, they had been.

Until you made the mistake of driving off with a passenger who wasn’t the one that ordered a ride from you.

She had run up to your car—impressively in heels—and slammed the door shut as if she was being chased, shouting for you to drive off before you even get a chance to confirm you’re picking up the right person. Meeting her sharp eyes in your rear view mirror startled you into stepping on the gas because in the pit of your guts, you were uncertain if you were in harm’s way again and ignoring her might actually put your life on the line.

The ride had been silent, your actual passenger that you’d driven past being one of the only two thoughts crossing your mind after you had hovered a shaky hand over your phone, that’s mounted to the air vent, to cancel her request. You didn’t know where you were driving, and you couldn’t accept any other ride that were popping up on your app. There were more red areas on the map, indicating major activity and hefty tips that you could’ve gotten your hands on had you refused to let the mysterious raven-haired beauty in your car.

She stared out the window for what felt like hours. She didn’t utter a word and you were too afraid to ask questions. You aimlessly drove around, hoping she would finally say something and end this torture.

When she abruptly met eyes with you in the mirror again, you startled.

You tried to break the ice and asked for her destination, but what followed was more silence, a sudden request to park in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse, and two-word commands for you to step out and join her in the backseat where she ended up breaking you.

You’re seated on her lap with your back pressed against her chest and her hand wrapped around your throat. Taunting words brush over your ear, inducing a chill that ripples down your spine as three of her fingers are inside you. Your body horribly betrays you as your car echoes with the filthy squelches of your dripping pussy and your cries as she violates you.

Nonetheless, you part your legs wider and buck against her hand, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from your morals dissipating and your desire to be broken burning. With your leggings torn at your crotch and bearing the stains of your pleasure, you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning mess for a gorgeous stranger who may or may not be dangerous.

She squeezes tighter, her well-manicured nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your throat, a low praise of ‘good girl’ uttered at the shell of your ear threatening the sliver of sanity you have left. You catch your breath when she releases her grip, which moves down your clavicle to tear at the collar of your tee. She yanks at your bra, unveiling your breast for the palm of her hand, and kneads in tandem with the pace of her fingers.

Your head lolls back over her shoulder, hoarse moans polluting your once-silent vehicle as she fucks you harder. Tension grips at your limbs, your toes curling as her curled digits reach that spot. The spot where you need her most.

“Come on, baby,” she purrs with a sly smirk. “Give it to me.”

You oblige on cue. Your eyes roll back as you soil her hand in the midst of ecstasy, your wetness dirtying her dress, her lap, and the back of the seat. She didn’t spare you mercy before, and she’s definitely not sparing you now.

She toys with you until you think you’ve given her your all. As soon as you fall limp, she slips back inside you and you swiftly ascend to your brink once more, the sensitivity blurring your vision with white dots as you gush all over her. 

She refuses to let you recuperate. Just when you think it’s over, she makes her unwelcome return, her expert fingers repeatedly bringing you to ecstasy like a broken film. She gets off on your tears and pleas because they’re a stark contrast to you squirting all over her and dirtying your car in the process. When she’s had her fill, she shifts you off her lap like a discarded toy and finally steps out without a word, leaving you alone in the abandoned parking lot.

With the silence and post coital clarity setting in, you sit up straight and stare at the mess you made. You don’t need a mirror to know that you do not look presentable to customers at all.

Fortunately, it’s still early in the morning. You can rush home, clean yourself and your car up, and still have a whole day to earn money.

You just hope that you don’t have another potentially dangerous or salacious run-in again.

#girl group smut #girl group imagines #aespa smut #aespa imagines #karina smut #karina imagines

[lingerina]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🍷 𝐖𝐈𝓝𝐄 𝐖𝓘𝐓𝐇 𝓜𝐄 — milestone drabbles !

────── 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎.

i hit my first milestone last month but fell off of writing for a bit due to work and other undisclosed reasons. i’m still very much an inconsistent writer and a Chronically Tired Adult™ so please excuse my periodic disappearances. 🤙🏼🤪 i can’t promise i’ll fulfill all prompts so keep your expectations low. 🤏🏼

────── 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

⊹ while i have a list of who i write for, i’m open to most female idols/soloists from second to fourth gen (legal ofc). ⊹ no yandere, gore, scat, foodplay, knifeplay, genderbender, or male reader. ⊹ send in an idol (and their group if they’re in one) and a prompt. you can add some additional details if you’d like. ⊹ idol x idol can be accepted too.

────── 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

⊹ you can send in a song. ⊹ you can send in a specific song lyric. ⊹ you can send an nsfw link. ⊹ you can send in an au. ⊹ or whatever your filthy little brain desires. ⊹ if you’re stumped, you can choose a dialogue prompt below.

────── 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.

⊹ “i want to hear you beg.” ⊹ “you look better with my hands around your neck.” ⊹ “swallow it. all of it.” ⊹ “let’s make this quick.” ⊹ “don’t be gentle with me. i like it when you’re rough.” ⊹ “do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” ⊹ “right here? what if someone sees us?” ⊹ “keep your hands to yourself or i’m tying them up.” ⊹ “you need to be put in your place.” ⊹ “you’re a greedy one.” ⊹ “do you think you deserve this?”

of course, you are not limited to just these prompts and suggestions. your own ideas are always welcome, but a reminder that these will be drabbles/short pieces (500-1.5k words). thank you for following and being a reader ♡

#500 followers milestone drabbles 🔏

[lingerina]

Pls write for bibi I don't know how she is so underrated she is fine

if i get any ideas (or if anyone else have any ideas), i will for sure write for her 🫡

#ask #anon

[lingerina]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐁𝓐𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝓦𝐒 ／ julie han

➛ g!p maid julie x fem!reader ➛ 847 words !!! adultery, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms ➛ you have confronted your husband about checking out the maid, and now you confront the maid. ➛ A/N happy belated new year? lol i’ve been rediscovering some hobbies lately, hence writing has been on the back burner again. but i’ve updated the list of women i write for. if you have seen julie doing that part in ‘nobody knows’, then you’ll understand how i was possessed to write this. those clips have graced my tiktok fyp and ig explore page multiple times. i just had to. 😮‍💨

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You’ve heard of the stories where a family will hire a young maid or nanny to care for the kids and the house while the parents work. Nannies aren’t needed because you don’t have kids, but you still have pets and a massive house that needs to be cared for. Hence the hiring of a maid who urgently needs some quick cash while she searches for bigger jobs.

Julie Han is a young woman straight out of college.

Straight out of a magazine too.

With the looks of a doll and the charm of a girl next door, Julie can easily have anyone wrapped around her finger.

Your cat, who’s wary of strangers, immediately took a liking to her. Your friends who have come over and met her have asked for her to watch their kids or animals as well. As envious as you are of the attention she gets, you can’t help but be one of the victims of her spell too.

You just can’t be heinous to someone who’s nice and goes the extra mile for your pets.

The stares from your husband that lingers a little too long on her don’t go unnoticed though. It’s hard to decipher Julie’s body language when she catches his gaze but you confront them separately because things will only escalate if you dismiss everything that is deemed small and insignificant. Some people masquerade their intentions well behind a blank or stone cold face, so you can never be too safe.

Your husband denies staring but Julie is more truthful.

Except you had it all wrong.

Julie’s hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans and cries as her cock hits in all the right places. The confrontation has led to you being shoved onto the bed and your flimsy loungewear being torn off by the woman who actually had eyes on you. You can’t risk your husband hearing the maid fucking his wife’s brains out as he’s showering right above her bedroom, but she knows how to wield what she has—a feat that he has yet to achieve. 

The guilt lingers in your chest but your cunt drips for her. The sheets are soaked in your essence, courtesy of her skillful mouth and fingers that wouldn’t stop bringing you to orgasm. The more you try to persuade her to stop, the harder she goes on you.

Because you both know that you don’t want her to stop.

The water cuts off, leaving the residence to be engulfed in silence. The smacks of hips clashing with every fervent thrust is like a pin dropping, causing the tightness in your chest and the pit of your stomach to swell. Your clammy hands clutch at the crumpled sheets beneath you, your walls closing in on her as she fucks you harder. You don’t have the conscience to stop her because god, you want this.

You need this.

She grins, her long hair curtained over your face as she hovers closer to you.

“You think I want your lame husband?,” she snickers.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches.

“You clearly don’t want him either.”

There is no cue given, but her demeaning words bring you to ecstasy. Your eyes roll back when her thumb on your pulsing clit works you into overdrive. Your body spasms beneath her, tremors coursing through your limbs as you gush around her cock, further soiling the sheets. You can vaguely hear your husband calling for you in the kitchen but all you can focus on is Julie’s cock drilling you, and the filthy squelches of your cunt accepting the abuse.

Your heart rate picks up as his voice gets progressively louder but she is clearly unbothered. She has other priorities to fill.

Like you.

She buries her face in your neck. With a whine and a tremble, you shudder as warmth fills you. A shallow thrust pushes her release deeper, reaching depths that can taint and break you—just as she intends to.

You sink back into the mattress with a quiet sigh when she pulls out. Your head feels at the mess that you’ve both caused—figuratively and literally. 

The man that you have sworn your heart and life to is on the other side of the door, never expecting his wife to cheat on him with their maid. You have committed the very act that you swore you would raise hell about, and a part of you feels shameful about the hypocrisy.

On the other hand, Julie is proud of her work. She grins as her cum seeps out of you: a testament to prove that the man is not always wanted.

“You don’t need him,” she taunts as she slides back into you, harder than ever.

Your eyes widen as she raises your legs and folds them over your chest, testing your flexibility.

“This pretty pussy is mine.”

Your mouth falls open after she bottoms out.

“And she clearly agrees.”

Weak. Shameful. Needy. 

You can’t argue with her. You can only accept that you’re terribly wrong.

#girl group smut #girl group imagines #kiss of life smut #kiss of life imagines #kiof smut #kiof imagines #julie han smut #julie smut #julie han imagines #julie imagines

[lingerina]

ik it’s been a while but i’m still so sad u didn’t complete the october fics thing, would’ve loved to see the g!p jennie gloryhole😞 but i hope ur doing well❤️

it has been a while, hasn’t it? 🥸 i’ve looked back over all the unfinished prompts i’ve ever drafted. maybe one day, i’ll be motivated to work on some of them. 😌

#ask #anon

[lingerina]

hearing my fic being read out loud on a podcast makes me miss writing. 🥹

#thoughts 💭 #i’m currently on vacation though lols #and i haven’t written in a while so i’m rustyyyy #hope you guys are doing well though #happy holidays & stay safe 🎁

[lingerina]

hii! you’re really good at writing :) i just wanted to know if you take requests? also, would it be possible for me to claim an anon emoji?

dont forget to drink water and get some sleep <3

requests are currently closed, but you may claim an emoji. 😊

#ask #anon #tysm ♡

[lingerina]

Are you still doing 12 days of smutmas?

no, i’ve stopped writing for the time being.

#ask #anon #going through another period of having no desire to write so idk when i’ll post again 🥹

[lingerina]

can you imagine the joy I got from that fic as a gym girlie and Jihyo biased?? I just loved it sm wow just picturing her in a gym setting was so sexc 😩 wish I had a girls only gym tho lmao

i’m glad you enjoyed it! ♡ i wish i had a girls only gym around me too. a place nearby is more of a dance/pole dancing studio and i don’t have the stamina for that. 💀👹

#ask #anon

[lingerina]

It's okay to feel unmotivated! Hope everything will be fine soon!

😙🫶🏼

#ask #myouiiiiiiii